ARM THE LEFT

You're perfect
You're perfect
You don't even know that you're worth it
No heartless
No heartless
Don't call us killers, we are artists

Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left

Respected
Respected
You don't have a clue what you're worth with
A weapon
God's weapon
Inside of your hands there is heaven

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Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
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They want us
Dead
They want us dead

Complexion
Complexion
With looks like yours you are blessed with
Protection
Protection
Your heroism is infection

Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left
Arm the left

You're perfect
You're perfect
You don't even know that you're worth it
So heartless
So heartless
You call us killers, we are artists

They'll purge what's left
For they are freedom's theft
Don't break no bread
Among the living dead
Rot

You don't even know that you're perfect
You don't even know that you're worth it
You made me heartless
You made me do this



Credits
Writer(s): William Boisvert
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